Champ, chump You buying that vowel is the difference I'm patiently waiting for bombs to drop But to be honest, I'm deliberately indifferent I could care less what you packing dog These puffed up verses do not phase me You think i'ma back down from you clown I'm not the type to be like "don't tase me" I'm not scared of rubber bullets Or sticks and stones let alone words I'm not afraid of a vampire The boogeyman or rapping from some little nerds Act tough and hard all you want to man Backing down is outside my domain I'll come at you hard like the black knight Tis but a flesh wound, not even real pain Go on talk like you don't respect me I know what's behind all that hating But back to your really good lyrical greatness I'm still gonna be standing here waiting
Been saving this one for awhile... Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in ‘em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating ‘em Get away from the table, you rappers ain’t hungry enough, you rappers ain't hungry like ah They talk about me like I'm here, they talk about you like you was That nurse came into my room, she told me I'm sick in the head I'm in hip-hop's hospital bed with a pad and a pin and a brace on my neck They told me that I’m never leaving. Why? I am as ill as it gets Any rapper that say that they runnin' the game, I'mma come in they session and cut off they legs, woo Strap a grenade to my head, pull out the pin My music is mind blowin', ain't nobody do it like I do it You ain’t never been on my level, I gotta part 'em out the way To keep 'em talking and acting like everybody gonna get up in a sleep with your eyes open
Burn both of you on a pedisteal these verses medical og fine written lines somehow you cant combine time after time a clock breaking your watch screw your gold got snail bands rolling through your city your pity smack in half of a brokeman but i loaf end cut and musk since dusk yet you wanna put gas on your rust your nothing bet a man taking grass a cutting it uneven steven listen to all the vereses im bleeding
Want to get flopped like salmon scaly like a lizzard i see. You boys look like your halfway asslep im packing its straight burning no crop dusting im combustin blowing golden crown on me you boys hating im going osama bin latin haha get it? Your stuff over plain written not auto im stick man throttle 1 2 dust my shoes take pity on fools
Im famished Its stamina That keeps me up Never damaged Its next stanza That keeps me buff! No food + Redbull Seems to keep me tough! Talk about hungry rap? I ate enough, & I'm stuffed!
You act like your all okay but at the end of the day a real nigga already has a flow golden a plus no stats ruined i come up to this block shooting ferguson all over legacys phantom im rantin you taking my game for granted you get your whole house slanted tipped your bank sideways earthquake city your filthy need a wash like the economys face youre a simple kind of a race i see dont see past it im mr fantastic you dont raise normal havoc
@static this is more of a combo/go at you rap.. :lol: He never talks about nothing but him Yeah, my friends say, "He's kind of a diva." Well, you need to get some new friends I'm as true as it gets 'Till I get on the stage and flip on the switch And I go to a place where nobody is If you putting my name in the song, that's something that you won't regret I'm not lying to you here I remember the shows when no one was there I remember the shows when nobody cared Some people in front of me laughing like, "He isn't going nowhere." It's funny now, isn't it? This type of life isn't how I envisioned it This type of life, it just ain't how I pictured it Might as well throw out the record I pull up a chair, I track through my music like nobody's there Only person I judge is the one in the mirror I'm lately he ain't doin' to well I don't need ya'll in my ear, Kids I'm tired of hearing it...
Respect snoopy, real man picture framed static just dont see his stuff black and white nothing tight you gonna drink redbull to run from the fight? Im exposing the light sorry snoopy your droopy im tupac rulee x2 know what it do chop yall up rapper stew leave out the aregiano cause this stuff i spit sentimental brain motion im up above stepping stairs in the pit getting lit maybe a show coming with a curtain applause cause stuff drop your jaws.
@syn I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it, Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms dripping Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't get involved in it I'm in a whole different head space, you making money? Well that's great, I got no interest in talking to people that I know are two faced, too fake, get outta my face, woo What are you doing in my lane? There's already too many rappers I'm sick of the traffic and I ain't got no brakes I already passed you, you don’t like what I’m doing, who asked you? You got into music cause you think it’s fun, man I’m doing this cause I have to, It’s real music, chills to it, feel through it, you real stupid..
Boss and authentic yet somehow you still wanna talk how your good and not mentioned get to wrenching demons im a pastor while you sit in laughter of a lane to fame know nothing of my game come thru get your whole team lassod with the bulls this stuff not dull on point with the laser been tazered middle school boy i make you cry like a baby over the books better get to your homework cause your hating just dont work people talking my boys walking steady like mills riding omelly dope guess what? Selling dope whip dope clothes like you boy youre jealous cause your stuff aint cold. Get it your beef feeds me like mold on a tree allergey season get to leaving.
For you pastor... Look it don't matter if I'm young This life isn't mine I'm living for me now I ain't wasting time, sir tick tock, never turn back the clock, I really ain't missing nothing stead of living for myself I be living for the mission of the one that'll soon be coming, Sin over promise under delivers I ain't with the nonsense I'm in the Scriptures Get to know em early I tell 'em why I wait So Imma serve em all my days
Yeah you never look back to beginning maybe your game go poof for sinning dead tomorrow dang snoop no money to borrow? Feel me you game diddly squat flexing what your not mess with someone be modest your being dishonest wonder what happens to someone rapping like that boom book goes smack youre a rat to me and everyone screentshot media loves it 100 views of crap yet your still talking smack.
Snoopy got hurt and left i was really waiting for something hot off the stove skillet fried bacon. So i could send it back to chef boyardee im a starving animation man in this land so fr man just sit down if you cant stand for longer then a minnute this stuff is john cena cold rink slammer brought down a laundry basket full of hammers finishing a casket my friend just died over a addiction aint no fiction scriptures i write im mad at the light. Every day getting paid to get slaid. Money talks with electricty phones ill sit at home and re write something of a poem to get you shown not computer lit glown its sunset and the beast is coming something abominable so put your chron in the bowl this beast is tearing up egos so fresh like meecho eating on cheetos streets follow me strong i tell u wrong in school or somethin. Man my head ruins nothing.
I'm lookin' like I'm gonna get it, you probably don't get it I come in your house with a microphone Lookin' like I'm 'bout to set up a show in your kitchen I'm outta my mind but I feel like I'm in it If I never make it, don't make any difference I'm still gonna kill it You know what the deal is Ain't never no chillin' when I'm in the buildin' Snoop is a monster, yes I am a villain My music is sick, and you don't know what ill is You better get back, I don't write any filler I write what I feel and I'm feelin' a million So you better shh, be quiet, you hear it? I'm 'bout to lose it I'm on a whole different level of music Don't treat me like I have no clue how to do this You better rethink what you're thinkin' and move it..
Lol man my thumbs numb and im late to the mics been jank lot of you boys not realizing verbs when they congregate frustate me you do but i rhyme out the blue blue sky i send you to if you go on a location near me i have killers on radial sit i get you lit up joints for ya too bad you couldnt really make it to realize im always swinng for glorah allah powder turned me sour so you wanna talk something bout time thats on the hour my hands 360 wriss motion yet you wanna try to lather you hands with lotion. Suns beating to hot wonder if the atmosphere is gonna rot with all these cigs on our top head thought yet you keep storing dumb raps in a vault hoping to get me to hault lmaooo
Take a look back its a fact of a rap u guys go on i put my whole life into a diss sumbittin you people.